01 March 2009


Uprooting weeds from five years ago - they tower above me now and haunt me at dusk. Their shadows reminding me to finish what I started: "I will remain present until you face me. I am eating away at your secret garden". So I used the strongest poison and all it did was sting my skin. I tried machinery but I got caught within. I looked down at my bare hands and pricked each and every one of my limp fingers tugging on these terrors.
I got caught in vines today. I choked on some of that ivy today. I smoked the leftovers of my pot today and I rocked myself to sleep.